Newt is in the process of subduing the Niffler, trying to figure out how to get him back into the suitcase without giving those staring further reason to look at him funny, when the man shouting catches his attention. He pulls the Niffler in close, tight to his chest, as he turns to find the driver of the truck and what appears to be a bird of some sort calling out to him from said truck. Well, yelling, really.
He assumes the man to be a Muggle, so he sidesteps the truth with as much dignity as he can muster.
"Oh, this creature in my arms? Nothing to worry about. He's just my pet mole. He's always getting off his leash," he explains, though he has no leash with him. Even the Niffler himself is watching him with a skeptical look in his eyes. "I am terribly sorry he ran in front of your truck, sir."
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Date: 2017-03-14 01:38 pm (UTC)He assumes the man to be a Muggle, so he sidesteps the truth with as much dignity as he can muster.
"Oh, this creature in my arms? Nothing to worry about. He's just my pet mole. He's always getting off his leash," he explains, though he has no leash with him. Even the Niffler himself is watching him with a skeptical look in his eyes. "I am terribly sorry he ran in front of your truck, sir."